Tears from your eyes make even an untouchable like me, lip quiver.
I am you in a more complicated form, the female version of you.
You do not realize that when I am depressed and you pick me up,
I cry these nights and wish you had not.

Kisses from your lips are never not wanted, but sometimes
Not needed, because you have already blessed
Me with your sweet words.
Words that form hands that engrave mine into theirs.

Lies from your mouth scorn my soul and
Makes me want to love never again.
In any shape nor form. However, in a
Painstaking minute, your arms encase me in
Your own.

Tickles from your fingers create an eruption
Of giggles from my frowning lips.
Giggles that were held in me for
An eternity until my poet came along.

Words from your tongue cuddles
Me whether you are on the phone
Or resting your head on my bosom.

Love from your heart discharges into
My soul with full blast of overwhelming
That my knees buckle and cries escape
My mouth.

Good byes from your eyes gaze into
My own and in reflection I reply
With a tear that now escapes my
Own eye.